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FARM 
CLUB 

SONGS 



Written and 
Compiled by 

B. H. PATTERSON 



Price, 50 cente 



B. H. Patterson, 

Publisher, 

Lockwood, Missouri 



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Copyright, 1921, by B. H. Patterson. All rights reserved. 



SEP -3 1921 



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Printed in the United States of America. 
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THE PATTERSON PRESS. Printers, LOCKWOOD. MISSOURI. 



Farm Club Songs 
PUBLISHER'S PREFACE 

Realizing the need of a collection of good songs 
suitable for use in the great Farm Club work, and 
at the request of a number of the leading M. F. A, 
workers, the Publisher has written and compiled 
this pamphlet of ^'Farai Club Songs." 

This work was undertaken during the busy- 
farming season, at a time when the farmer, includ- 
ing the Publisher, was in the midst of the battle to 
raise and save another crop, and, for this reason, 
the collection is not as large an dcomplete as it 
was hoped to make it. However, the desirability 
of having such a book for use at the big State Con- 
vention, and other occasions, has made it necessary 
to get the book out in the shortest possible time. 

If *'Farm Club Songs" should help make the 
Farm Club meetings more interesting, and the task 
of the Loyal Worker easier, it will have fulfilled 
its mission. 

The Publisher desires to thank those who have 
helped in this v/ork, and the name of the author has 
been published where it was possible to ascertain 
them. 

Trusting that we may win the 'Great Farm Club 
fight, and that the principles for which the Missouri 
Farmers' Association stands may be adopted by the 
Farmers in every State, County and School District 
in the great United States, I am, 
Loyally voiire, 
Sunny Valley Farm, B. H. PATTERSON. 

Lockwood, Missouri, 
July 31, 1921. 



There is a slogan royal 

That I would like to teach, 

It has few words: "Stand loyal, 

And practice what you preach. '^ 

''Rimes'' of the Times. 



Farm Club Songs 
Nd. 1. 

WE'LL ALL WORK TOGETHER 

(Air, "^IsLTchincr Through Oeoi-rasi.") 
Words by B. H. Patterson 

1. Call the Boys together, noAV, 
Lets have another song ; 

Sing it vrith. the pep and vim 
That moves the world along; 

Soon we will be organized, 
Ten himdred thousand strong, 

And we'll all work together. 

Chorus : 
Hurrah, Hurrah! 
The Fanner's bound to win. 
Hurrah, Hurrah! 

We'll stich through thick and thin, 
Till we own the market road, 
From field to miller's bin, 
And we'll all work together. 

2. How the farmers shouted 

AMien they heard the joyful news; 
Many who once doubted, 

Now have changed their silly views; 
The profit eei^ and gamblers now, 

Are shaking in their shoes, 
For we'll all work together. 
(Chorus) 

3. The poison squad is trying hard 
To keep us boys apart, 



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To make us think we*ll get nowhere, 
So what\s the use to start? 

But we're tackling every job 
With brave and joyous heart, 

And we'll all work together 
( Chorus) 

4. The equity, the Union, 

The Farm Bureau and our Club, 

Have all agreed upon a plan 
To sell the nation's grub. 

We'll sell it by the ship-load, 
Or enough to fill a tub. 

And we'll all work together. 
Chorus : 

Na 2. 

THE BATTLE CRY OF VICT'RY 

(Air, ^'The Battle Cry of Freedom.") 

Words by B. H. Patterson 

1^ Let us rally to the Farm Clubs, 

We'll rally once again, 
Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry. 
We will rally from the hill -side, 
We'll gather from the plain. 
Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 

Chorus : 
In union we're winning, Hurrah, boys, 
Hurrah ! 



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Down with the gamblers, up Avith our 
plan. 
For we'll rally to the Farm Clubs, 

Well rally once again, 
Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 

2. We will answer to the call, 

Of our leaders o'er and o'er. 
Shouting the battle cry of vict 'ry 
For we want production cost, boys, 

And just a little more, 
Let's siiout tlie battle cry of vict'ry. 

Chorus : 



3. We will welcome to our Farm Clubs, 
The loyal, brave and true,, 

Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 
And al-tho' you may be poor, 

Our good cause will see you through, 
Shouting tho battle cry of vict'ry, 

Chorus : 

4. So we're springing to the cause, 

From the east and from the west,, 
Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry. 
And we'll hurl the robber crew 

From the market they love best. 
Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 

Chorus : 



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No. 3. 

HAIL, YE FARMERS 
(Air, ''Hail Columbia.") 

Words by B. II. Patterson 

1. Hail, ye farmers of our land, 
Hail, ye heroes, Heav'n born band; 
Who worked and toiled in wind and sun, 
To feed the nations till they won, 
And when the storm of war was gone. 
Was cheated of eight billion bone. 
Co-operation is our boast. 

Ever mindful of the cost. 
Ever striving for the prize; 
Let its alter reach the skies. 

Chorus : 
Firm, united, let us be, 
Kallying to our liberty, 
As a band of brothers joined, 
Peace and safety we shall find. 

2. Hail, ye farmers, rise once more, 
Defend your cause stand by your store, 
Let no rude foe v/ith impious hand, 
Sow seeds of discord in our band, 
Invade the shrine where sacred lies. 
Of toil and blood, the well earned prize. 
We want a spuare deal, true and just; 
In Heav'n we place a manly trust. 
That Truth and Justice shall prevail,, 
And every scheme of gamblers fail,. 

Chorus : 



No. 4. 



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Hail ! jSound the triimp of fame, 
Let the M. P. A.'s j?reat name 
Ringf thro' the world with loud applause 
That all m_ay help our noble cause, 
Let every clime to freedom dear, 
Listen with a joyful ear. 
With equal skill, with God-like power, 
It guides us in the fcnrful hour 
Of horrid war; or guides with ease. 
The happier times of honest peace. 
Chorus: 

LOYAL FABMERS 

(Air, ''My Maryland.") 

Words by T. A. Campbell. 

1. All loyal farmers, welcome here, 
Cheerful are our hearts today; 

Now, tell us, we would gladly hear. 
How our cause speeds on its way. 

Here we all pledge ourselves anew. 
That v/e '11 not touch the poison bait, 

To our Exchanges proving true, 
For we are here to educate. ■ 

2. The profiteers on every hand. 
Have knocked the farmers' market 

do^^Ti, 
There is a profiteering band. 

Now infesting every town. 
A million farmers are in line, 

And fighting valient in the fray;^ 
Up! Onward, brothers, till we win! 

Then shall dawn a glorious day. 



Farm Club Song^ " 

No. 5. 

FARMERS, AWAKE! 

(Air, ''Flag of the Free/^ 

Words by B. H. Patterson. 

1. Farmers, awake! Life is at stake! 

Ye who have toiled *mid the thunders of war; 
If you would cheer your children, dear, 
Organize quickly from mountain to shores 
Fight for your Freedom, don't be a slave, 
Stand by each other, our good cause to save, 
While through the sky loud rings the cry. 
Union and Liberty I One evermore. 

2. Farmers, avv^ake ! Do not foi-sake 

Yoar fellow farmers who fight bravely on, 

In Liberty's van. For manhood of men, 

Striving for right through the years that are gone. 

Pride of our country, honored are they. 

Stand by their side if ye would win the day, 

While through the sky, rings loud the cry : 

Union and Liberty I One evermore. 

3. Farmers, awake! lest gamblers break 
Our agriculture, and steal our loved home; 
Open your eyes, let's organize, 

That we may prosper in years yet to come. 

Don't let your greed today lose the fight, 

Your friends are making for Truth and the Right, 

But, through the sky, ring loud the cry : 

Union and Liberty ! One evermore. 



No. 6. 



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FARMERS* WIVES 

(Air, ** Maryland, My Maryland.") 

Opening song for Women's Farm Clubs. 

It We are happy, loyal band, 
Farmer's wives, Oh, farmers' wives. 
We'll organize this mighty land, 
Farmers' wives, Oh, farmers' mves, 
We'll work until our Clubs shall reach 
From sea to sea and this shall teach 
That farmers' wives are not so slow, 
In Missouri, you must know. 

2. Our aim shall be to study this, 
Farmers' wives, Oh, farmers' wives, 
The higher, nobler things we miss, 
Farmers' wives. Oh, farmers' wives, 
We'll teach our children how to be 
Upright and loyal, don't you see? 
We'll work for schools, too, as we go, 
In Missouri, you must know. 

3. We'll promote friendship, banish woe, 
Farmers' wives, Oh, farmers' wives, 
Away with drudgery, our foe, 
Farmers' wives, Oh, farmers' wives, 
And not the least of these, we say, 

Be loyal to the M. F. A., 

And help it ever grow and grow, 

In Missouri, you must know. 



No. 7. 



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FAREWELL, GAIVIBLERS 

(Air, '* Good-night, Ladies.") 

Words by B. H. Patterson 

Good-bye, grafters, good-bye, grafters. 

Good-bye, grafters. 
We're going to fix you now. 

Chorus: 
Merrily, v/e '11 organize, 

Organize, organize, 
Cheerfully we'll organize, 

Over the U. S. A. 

2. Farewell gamblers, farewell gamblers, 
Farewell, gamblers. 

We've got you going now. 

Chorus : 
We will get a better price. 

Better price, better price. 
We will get a better price, 

In the good IT. S. A. 

3. Sweet dreams, gamblers, 
Sweet dreams, gamblers. 
Sweet dreams, gamblers. 
That's all you'll have to do. 

Chorus: 
We will own the market road, 

Market road, market road, 
We will own the market road. 
In the good U. S. A. 



No. 8. 



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DRY YOUR TEARS 

(Air, *' Convict's Dream.") 

"Words by B. H. Patterson 

1. Let me tell you folks a story, 
I will make it very plain, 

How we have worked for loved ones, 

Many years through toil and pain, 
Carefully my mother taught me, 

Through my happy careless youth, 
To be honest, ever faithful, 

And to stand for right and truth. 
Soon I married, settled down, 

And ceased any more to roam ; 
Then I bought a little farmstead, 

Twas our place, we called it home. 

Refrain : 
In my little home I'm staying. 
Interest on a loan I'm paying, 
And to God I'm daily praying: 
**IIelp me through the coming yeans, 
Teach me to increase my earning. 
Then this heart shall cease its yearning 
When I pay off that old mortgage ;" 
Dearest wif ey, dry your tears. 

Refrain : 

2. Down the lane beyond onr cottage, 
Stood a schoolhouse, lone and dreai*, 

When school was out 'twas empty, 
Till they taught another year. 



No. 9. 



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Then the farmers in our district, 
Joined a real live Farm Club band, 

Now v/e Ve learned to work together, 
And I think the plan is gr'and. 

We have saved a lot of money 
On things we have to buy, 

And we 're getting better prices 

For our stuff because we try. 

Refrain : 

• • • • 

Sheet music of above s©ng sent post- 
paid for 17c. 

WE'RE WINOTNG. 

(Air, ''It's Morning.") 

Words by B. H. Patterson. 

1. Several years ago, 

Y7e were awful slow, 

And we didn't have a bit of sense; 

The man behind the plow, 

Didn't know just how 

To sell the stuff he raised at great 

expense ; 
Then our good Bill Hirth, 
Who used to cause us mirth. 
Showed us farmers how to organize; 
Fought for a square deal, 
Made the gamblers squeal, 
You can bet your socks, now, we are 

wise; 
Look here, guys^ 



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Refrain : 

"We Ve winning, 

Don't you hear the boys a crowing? 
We've got the gamblers on the run, 
For our Farm Clob is growing; 
Soon, now we'll sit in on the board 

of trade. 
And see that to each farmer a just 

price is paid ; 
We're wdnning, (rooster crow.) 
We're winning. 



2. Now we're organized, 

And you'd be surprised. 

The big commission men have found 

it out ; 
They are talking love, 
Great Scott ! and stars above ! 
Isn't that enough to make you shout? 
Soon we'll have a man 
In each big town who can 
Get a better price for our good stuff. 
So, let's co-operate, 
Don't take their poison bait, 
And, you bet, we'll call the packers' 

bluff. 
That's enough. 

Refrain : 
Sheet music of the above song sent postpaid for 27c. 



No. 10. 



Fann Club Bongs 

THAT PENNY GRABBING HABIT 

(Air, ^'That Working Habit. '^ 

Words by B. R Patterson 

1. Will you listen to me, Farm Clubs, 

While T tell you, 
This selling eggs to packers, 

It will never do ; 
Some folks sell out for a i>enny more, 
Now, that kind of business, boys, 

Just makes me sore. 
I 'm a telling you farmers, now, 

We '11 have to stick 
To our Farm Club Exchanges 

If we turn the trick. 
This penny grabbing habit is mighty 

bad. 
And I 'm glad that is a habit 

That I never had. 

Refrain : 
This grabbing at pennies is mighty 

bad. 
And that is a habit that I never had, 
I'm a telling you folks, now, I'm 

mighty glad. 
That penny grabbing habit I never 

had. 

2. When our Farm Clubs organized 
Our Farmers' Store, 



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The produce men began to pay, 

a penny more, 
Thought they'd kill our business, 

In a month or two ; 
But they '11 never kill it, 

I'm a telling you, 
For we have done more business, now, 
Since we've been here, 
Than at the present rate 
They'll do in many a year. 
So let us work together and we will 

win, 
This penny grabbing habit is a 
mighty sin. 
Refrain: 
Sheet music of the above song sent postpaid for 27c. 



No. 11 



LET IT ALONE 

(Air, "Let It Alone") 

Words by B>. H. Patterson. 

1. In going through this pig iron world, 

It's sometimes asked of you, 
To give advice at certain times, 
And tell folks what to do ; 
Now, at these times, I'm going to tell 

Just what's the wisest plan, 
When it comes to mixing in with things 

You don't just understand. 

Refrain : 
Let it alone, let it alone,, 



Farm Club Songs 

If it don't coneern you. let it alone, 
Don't go four-fliiRhing and puttinio: on airs, 
And a mixing into other folks affairs; 
If you don't know, say so, 
Mind your own business, and let it alone. 

2. Now since the farmers organized 

Their loyal Farm Club band, 
And started out to sell the stuff 

They raise upon the land, 
The gamblers and the profiteers 

Are giving free advice ; 
**Your Farmers' Store will soon blow up, 

We'll pay a higher price." 

Refrain : 
Let it alone, let it alone ; 
Get awful busy and let it alone; 
Don't let them feed you their poison bait, 
For you'll be sorry when it's too late, 
But be good, and saw v/ood. 
Stay with your OAvn business and let it alone. 

3. Suppose that luck's against you, 

And while on your weary way, 
Along some side street you should find 

A produce man, we'll say. 
He's talking very friendly now, 

And tells you how he's wise, 
How the Cold Storage is robbing you, 

And a lot of other lies. 



Farm Olub Songs 

Refrain : 
Let it alone, let it alone, 
He 's paid for lying, so let it alone ; 
Don't listen to a lot of lies, 
And carry them home to your neighbor guys 
But get hep, and have some pep, 
Study yoiir own business, and let it alone. 

4. If you see two people fussing, 
Well, a man and woman, say. 

You know that it's not nice for them 

To carry on that way ; 
He's trying to take their produce 

To the Packer's store, I fear, 
And this lady swats the gentleman, 

With an old egg on his ear. 

Refrain : 
Let it alone, let it alone ; 
You don't know the people, so let it alone; 
They know their business right, all right, 
They have an egg fight every night, 
If you go butt in, 
They will break your chin, 
Turn around and beat it, and let it alone, 

5. Now folks, I'd like to stay right here, 
And sing to you all day, 

But there are other gentlemen, 

Who have a word to say, 
So when I sing this spasm, I'll quit, 

And give these lads a show, 



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To tell you folks a lot of things, ' 
You really ought to know. 

Refrain : 
Let me alone, let me alone. 
For I have finished, so let me alone, 
Don't ask me for another trick, 
For they might hit me with a brick. 
So, here's how, I'm going now. 
Listen to these other boys. 
And let me alone. 
Sheet music of the above song sent postpaid for 27c. 

No. 12. 

THAT FARM CLUB CAMP MEETING 

(Air, "Georgia Camp Meeting.") 
Words by B. H. Patterson. 

1. A big meeting took place, 

By the Farm Club race. 

Away down at ^Springf ield ; 

There were folks large and small, 

Lanky, lean, fat and tall,, 

At this great Club camp meeting; 

The leaders spoke out. 

And the people did shout, 

They were so happy. 

For they have a plan, 

That will beat the robber clan, 

If they're loyal to a man. 



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Refrain : 
When we first began here to organize, 
Then a lot of big guys, 
Started telling their lies; 
But the loyal farmers caused great 

surprise, 
For that we were wise 
No one now denies. 
And determined to wdn the prize. 

2 When the Storage we bought, 
How the produce men fought, 
For they saw their finish; 
They put up the cash. 
Our good business to smash, 
And offered market bribes. 
But our leaders were true. 
Saw the Cold Storage through, 
Say, boys, we're winning! 
Be loyal — it's right — 
And we'll win this noble fight, 
And the whole world will see our light 
Refrain : 
• Name of any place may be substituted. 
Sheet music of the above song sent postpaid for 27c. 



Tell me if you can what kind of a man, 
Is the man who will pass up his Club, 
And go to the guy who robs him to buy 
All his twine? Would you call him a ''dub"? 

''Rimes" of the Times. 



No. 13. 



Farm Club Songs 

JUST A-DRAGGIN ALONG 

(Air, ^'Draggin' Along.**) 

Words by B. H. Patterson 

1. Why is I livin*, lordy only knows, 

Got no money, nothin to eat, 
An* a-wearin ragged clothes, 

Feet all out upon the ground, 
De bosom of my pants 'bout gone, 

For I Ve worked hard 'bout all my life, 
And I've been what you'd oall right 
strong. 

Refrain : 
Well, I ain't been livin', nohow, 

Just a-draggin' along. 
I 've worked all day without much pay. 
An I thing there's some thin' wrong. 
Po'kchops, chicken, fo' them what can. 

But all I ever gets is a lick at the pan 
Well, I ain't been livin', nohow, 

Just a-draggin along. 

2. I'se been unlucky all my doggone life, 

Nineteen hundred bought a farm 
An' took myself a wife. 

Took dat gal right by my side, 
An put her in my little home, 
An started a-workin', hadr an' long, 
To make dat money come. 

Refrain : 
Well, I ain't been living nohow, 



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Just a-draggin' along; 
Guess I'se too doggone measly slow, 

To catch a train dat's gone^ 
Now weVe got chillun' to beat the 
band, 
I don*t know how to feed 'em an* 
pay for this land. 
Well, I ain't been livin,* nohow, 
Just a-draggin along. 
(Sheet music of above song sent postpaid for 17c) 

No. 11 

RALLY TO THE FARM CLUB 

(Air, * ' Rally 'Round The Flag. ' ') 

1. Yes, we'll rally to the Farm Club, we'll rally once 

again, 
Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 
We will rally from the hillside, we '11 gather from the 

plain, 
Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 

Chorus : 
The Farm Club forever, hurrah boys, hurrah ! 
Down with the packer, up with the farm. 
While we rally to the Farm Club, rally once again, 
Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 

2. We are springing to the call of our brothers gone 

before, 
Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 
And we '11 fill the vacant r'anks with a thousand 

farmers more. 
Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 



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Ho. 15. 
TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP, 

OUR CAUSE IS MARCHINa 

(Air, **Tramp, Tramp, Tramp.") 

Words by B. H. Patterson. 

1. In my little home I sit, thinking of the farmer's lot. 
How for many years we Ve worked in sun and rain ; 
IIow we tried to build a home, 

For the wife and little tot, 

But it looks like now our toil had been in vain. 

Chorus : 
Tramp, tramp, tramp, our cause is marching, 
Oheer up, comrades, let's be gay; 
For we know our cause is just. 
And we'll whip the robber trust. 

Then I'm sure that we can make the old farm pay. 

* 

2. Long our little Farm Club band 
Talked and worked from day to day. 

For they longed to see the farmers orgaaiize ; 
But for years they would not heed. 
Did not see how it would pay. 

But I,m glad to say that now they're getting wise. 
(Chorus) 

3. While we labor at a loss. 
We are waiting for the day. 

When we'll o^\'n the road to market for and near; 
And our weary hearts rejoice. 
For we know we'll have the say. 
When we sell the stuff we raise at cost so dear. 
(Chorus) 



Farm Club Son^s 
No. 16. 

GET AWAY, PROFITEERS. 

(Air, ** Dixie, '0 

Words by B. H. Patterson^ 

1. I wish I lived in a land of freedom 
From profiteers, we do not need 'em, 
Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 
In such a land of milk and honey. 
Profiteers couldn't grab your money. 
Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 

Chorus : 
Guess 111, go back to Missouri, Hooray, Hooray 
For in that land there is a band of loyal Farm Club 

boosters. 
Away, away, away down in Missouri, 
Away, away, away down in Missouri. 

2. They passed some laws in the legislature, 
That changed the gamblers' ugly nature. 
Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 

They have robbed the farmers for years and years, 
That's why we call them profiteers. 
Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 
Chorus: 

3. These profiteers have a little game, 
'Twould make the devil blush with shame, 
Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 

They'll sell a dime's worth and charge you a dollar, 
Isn't that enough to make you holler, 
Get away, get away, get away, profiteers ? 
Chorus : 



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4. So hoe your com and scratch your gravel, 

We're going to make those gamblers travel, 

Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 

We'll show them we can manage our own selling, 

And that's just why you hear us yelling, 

"Get away, get away, get away, profiteers/* 

Chorus : 
Well, I'm going to Missouri, Hooray, Hooray, 
For in that state, ** co-operate " 
Is the war cry of the Farm Clubs, 
Away, away, away down in Missouri, 
Away, away, away down in Missouri, 

No. 17. 

ON THE FARM IN OLD MISSOURI 

(Air, **My Old Missouri Home.") 

Words by B. H. Patterson 
1. Well, I'm back down on a farm in old Missouri, 
Where I spent so many happy childhood days, 
But of late this farm life does not seem so cheery. 
For it seems that everything has changed its ways. 
Oh, how well do I remember in my childhood, 
How that two-bit corn was fed to two-cent swine, 
And we had to hunt the cows out in the wildwood, 
Now, I know because both of these jobs were mine. 

Refrain : 
Many years have come and gone, 
Since I left that dear old home, 
Years of travel that have filled my head with sense, 
But tonight I have returned 
To the farm that I once spurned, 
Where a living I can make at less expense. 



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2. Now we feed the hogs good com tliat costs a dollar, 
And we cannot sell them for a dime a pound, 
And it takes a load of wool to buy a collar, 
Or a bunch of steers to buy a good wolf hound. 
But the farmers now are working with each other, 
They're determined to control the profiteers, 
Soon they'll own the road to market, now, my brother 
Then better times we'll have through coming years. 

Refrain : 

There 's a loyal Farm Club Band, 
Organized throughout the land. 
And they're fighting for the farmer, far and near. 
And I'm sure that we will wdn. 
For we'll stick through thick and thin, 
And we '11 get a better price another year. 
(Sheet music of above song sent postpaid for 17c) 



The busy little honey bee, 
Works hard from dawn till dark, 
To gather the ambrosia and store it in his ark. 
When his crop is harvested, he thinks to take his ease, 
A great two-legged giant 
Comes and robs the little bees. 
Just so Avith the farmer, he works, too, all day, 
Producing abundant surplus, 
And hopes to ** make it pay.** 
'Long comes another giant, 
And takes the fruit of his toil, 

Yes, he's just like the honey bee, this tiller of tbe soil. 

*^ Rimes" of the Times. 



Farm Club Songs 
No. 18. 

THE FARMERS' CLUB 

(Air, *SSond The Light/') 

Words by Mrs. Ilattie Kirchner. 

X. There's a call comes ringing o*er the restless land, 

Join onr Club, join our Club, 
There are men to gather to this Farmers * band, 

Farmers* Club, the Farmers' Club, 

Chorus : 
Join our Band, this hearty Farmers' Band, 

Let's be known from shore to shore, 
Join our band, let us united stand, 

Before the world, forevermorev 

2. Let us hope that Loyalty may here abound, 
In our Club, in our Club, 

And a friendly spirit everywhere be found, 
In our Club, in our Club.. 
Chorus : 

3. Let us not grow weary in the work of our band, 
Farmers' Club, the Farmers' Club, 

Let us gather members who will stick and stand, 
For our Club, for our Club. 
Chorus : 

— IJH — 

Now, where is the ''dub" who passed up his club, 

And went to the dealer to buy 
His binder tvv^ine ? I hear him whine, 
**The dealer's price was too high." 

''Rimes" of the Times. 



Farm Club Songs 
No. 19. 

FIGHTING FOR THE FARMERS' RIGHTS 

(Air, **We'rc Tenting- Tonight") 

Words by B. H. Patterson. 

lu Wo are fighting today for the farmers* rights, 

Give us a song to cheer. 
Our weary hearts, a song of home, 

And friends we love so dear. 

Chorus : 
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, 

Waiting for the time to come, 
Many are the hearts looking for the right, 

To own our little home. 
Working today, fighting today, working for that 
time to come. 

2. WeVe been working for years for the farmers* 

rights, 
Toiling at times in vain; 
The farmer has had to carry the load, 
*Mid hardships, toil and pain. 
Chorus : 

3. We are tired of the way they have treated us, 

Throughout the weary years. 
They have robbed us of the stuff we raised. 
In toil and sweat and tears. 
Chorus : 
2. WeVe been working for years for the farmers' 
rights. 
Many brave hearts are sore, 
But determined are we to stay to the end, 
We'll fight forevermorci 
Chorus : 



Farm Club Son^s 
No. 20. 

To William Hirth. 

I'LL STICK 

(The Missouri Farm Club Song.) 

Words and Music by B. H. Patterson 

1. DoAvn in old Missouri is a fighting Farm Club band, 
They're full of pep and loyalty, well known 
throughout the land. 
They're fighting for a right to sell the traps they 
work to raise, 
At a price that will enable them to save for rainy 
days. 
The profiteers and gamblers on the city boards of 
trade, 
Are trying hard in ev'ry way to have this move 
delayed, 
By putting out their market bribes and propaganda 
too, 
But they're doomed to disappointment, as you'll 
see before I'm through. 

Eef rain : 
"I'll Stick, I'll stick," is the motto I would teach; 
Make your watchword ** loyalty" and practice 
what you preach. 
Rally to the cause, boys, one hundred thousand strong 
And we'll make the welkin ring. 
As our Farm Club songs we sing; 
*'I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick" 
I'll stick to the Farm Club, boys, forever. 

2. Long we've toiled in wind and sun from dawn till 
close of day, 



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To feed a hungry nation, and our many debts to 
pay. 
We worked hard from our chins down while our 
heads were fast asleep, 
And the gamblers paid us what they would for 
poultry, hogs and sheep. 
But now we're wide awake, you bet, and up and 
coming strong; 
We '11 win our way to market boys, 'twill not t-ake 
very long; 
Go out into the by-ways, bring your neighbors to 
the fold, 
And we'll win the fight for right and truth; my 
story I have told, 

(Refrain) 
I'll stick, I'll stick,*' is the motto I would teach; 
Make your watchword loyalty, and practice what 
you preach. 
Rally to the cause, boys, one hundred thousand strong 
And we'll make the welkin ring. 
As our Farm Club songs we sing ; 
"I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick" 
I'll stick to the Farm Club, boys, forever, 

ENCORE VERSES 

3. When our country went to war for Right and 

Liberty, 
To help the war-worn nations in their fight across 

the sea, 
They told us loyal farmers that our food the war 



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would win, 
Then they handed us a package that would kill 

the **man of sin.** 
*Twas ** raise more cotton, raise more corn, more 

barley oats and wheat.'* 
And, ** raise more cattle, hogs and sheep, and 

ev*rything to eat.** 
They raised the price of everything the farmer had 

to buy, 
But as he toiled from dawn till dark, I heard the 

farmer sigh : 

(Refrain) 

**I'll stick, I'll stick,'* said the farmer to his wife, 
**I'll stick to mv country, and if needed, give my 
life; 
We '11 work for our boys who are fighting o 'er the sea 
Till they v/hip old Kaiser Hun, 
And this cruel war is won ; 
I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, 
I'll stick to my country, dear, forever.** 

4. Our brave lads helped win the war and whipped 
old Kaiser Bill, 
But many thousands lost their lives before the 
guns were still; 
The farmers raised a pile of grub, the like was never 
seen. 
And they tho't to sell it for enough to wipe the 
mortgage clean. 
The gamblers said, '* We've got him now, we*Il 
cause a market crash.** 



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Five billion bones the farmers lost when prices 

went to smash; 
*^IVe got enough," the farmer said, *'no more I'll be 

the goat ; 
We '11 organize, co-operate — ^p nil hard I — don 't 

rock the lioat!" 

(Refrain) 
^*I'll stick, I'll stick," is the motto 1 would teach; 
Make your watchword '* loyalty'* and practice 
what you preach ; 
Rally to the cause boys, one hundred thousand strong 
And we'll make the welkin ring, 
As our Farm Club songs we sing; 
''I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick" 
I'll stick to the Farm Club, boys, forever. 
Copyright, 1921, by B. H. Patterson. All rights reserved. 

I'LL STICK. 

Parody, by B. H. Patterson. 

Once there was a bedbug and a lively little flea. 
They started out together, boys, this grand old 
world to see ; 
They hopped onto a maiden fair, her name was 
Sallie Black, 
And the bedbug said, **I'm hungry, say, let's eat 
a little snack." 
They tried it here and tried it there, to find a tender 
spot. 
And Sallie, she began to squirm, for things were 
getting hot ; 
The bedbug said, ''I've found it now, right here I'm 
going to stay," 



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And as tliey dug into that dame T heard the bedbug 
say: 

(Refrain) 
I'll stick, I'll stick," said the bedbug to the flea, 
I'll stick to her ankle, and you bite her on the knee; 
We'll make Sallie howl, when we both begin to dig, 
And she'll cut the pigeon wing, 
As she hunts for *Hhat old thing;*' 
^'I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick" 

I'll stick to my Sally gal, forever." 
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No. 21. 

I'LL TELL YOU PENNY FELLOWS 

YOU HAD BETTER GO SLOW 

(Air, ** Casey Jones.") 

By Roy S. Dormant 
Revised and last verse by B. H. Patterson. 

1. Now, come all you people, if you want to hear, 
What the Farm Clubs 'round our town are doing 

this year ; 
Well, every loyal member is just rearing to go 
And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 

go slow. 
We put in our exchange, and its here to stay. 
And I'll tell you, boys, that we're going to make 

it pay, 
For we've saved lots of money on our binder twine. 
On flour, feed and salt and such things of 

that kind. 



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Refrain : 
The old Farm Club is going to stay in GUI' town, 
And every man is up and ready to go ; 
The old Farm Club has saved us lots of money, 
And I'll tell you penny fellows you had better 
go sIowk 

2. Oh, weVe got some farmers into legislature now, 
And we're going to teach the bigbugs how to sweat 

and plow, 
For the old Farm Club believes in doing what's right, 
And we're going to have a say-so if we have to start 

a fight. 
Not many years ago, you remember very fair. 
There were not many people who became a 

millionaire 
Now we have them by the thousands, will have more 

if we allow, 
Who makes their money for them? — ^its the man 

behind the plow 

Refrain : 
The Old Farm Club sent some men to Jefferson, 
The way they fought, now, made the gamblers go, 
The Old Farm Club is going to win the battle. 
And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
go slow. 

3. The profiteer is careful to stay in out of the rain, 
And scheme to skin the farmer out of all his stock 

and grain, 
But when they get possession, I can tell you boys, 



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they're Avise, 
They will get a long price for it, they know how to 

organize. 
So we're going to stick together, and I know that we 

will win, 
And we will show the gamblers, we can stick through 

thick and thin ; 
You can tell it to the world, that we have a right 

to blow. 
And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 

go slow. 

Refrain: 
The Old Farm Club is going to smash the gamblers, 
We'll regulate, and make his profits low; 
The man w^ho toils deserves to get the money, 
And I'll tell you penny fellow^, you had better 
go slow. 

4. Now, I'll tell you folks something that I vriU 

never do, 
I wouldn't sell myself for a penny or two; 
But I know some people who are just that kind, 
They v/ill overlook a dollar, while they're grabbing 

for a dime. 
Now these profiteers and gamblers are as crooked as 

a snake, 
And these market bribes they offer you are nothing 

but a fake, 
I wouldn't sell out to them, for I couldn't stoop 

that low. 
And I'll tell you penny fellow^ you had better 

go slow. 



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Refrain: 
The Old Farm Club will never sell to packers, 
No loyal man will ever stoop that low, 
And those who sell to them are dirty slackers, 
And Til tell you penny fellows, you had better 
go slow. 

5. Well the women now have organized a Women's 

Farm Club Band, 
And they 're helping take the message to each faj'mer 

in the land ; 
When they put their heads together they make things 

up and go, 
And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 

go slov^^. 
For the hand that r'ocks the cradle is the hand that 

rules the world, 
And you might as well quit business if their wrath at 

you is hurled, 
And I know we'll win the battle, it will not take 

very long, 
If the women all will help us, — I have sung my 

little song. 

Refrain : 
The Auxiliary Farm Club will help win the battle. 
They're here to stay, now, boys, just watch *em go. 
They're after those who steal our grain and cattle, 
And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
go slow. 



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Farm Club Songs 
No, 22. 

THE HANDWRITING ON THE WALL. 

By Mrs. Julia P. Blackman. 

NOTE : The followinar song was written by the 
beloved ** Uncle Joe** abont three months ago. The 
song is snng to the tune of ** 'Tis the Hand of God 
On the Wall.'* This is a beautiful message, and it 
gives us all the inspiring thought, that even though 
the mortal body of ** Uncle Joe** is gone, her noble 
spirit is still "carrying on** the great struggle in 
which she was so deeply interested, that farmers 
might be made free. Save this song and learn to 
sing it in rememberanee of ** Uncle Joe." 

1. We are marshaling our forces, 

To protect our rights from wrong; 
We*re enrolling now for warfare, 

Our troops are brave and strong. 
Our battle cry is freedon. 

And it comes from one and all; 
Our "slavery** is finished — 

It is written on the wall 

Refrain : 
'Tis the farmer *s hand on the wall; 
'Tis a mighty hand upon the wall, 
'Tis the hand of organization. 
You may read its ironclad message 
While that hand is writing on the wall. 

2. Our homes and sacred alters, 



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We have cherished dear and long, 
Now call to us for respite 

From mighty deeds of wrong. 
The dearest right of manhood 

God gave unto us all, 
We will rescue now forever- 
It is written on the wall. 
Refrain : 

3. Our homes have been invaded, 
By the gamblers in our land, 
Till we are forced to open battle 

On the profiteering band. 
We will teach them law and duty, 

Love and justice is for all. 
We will teach them compensation 
In the writing on the wall 

Refrain : 
Tis the farmer *s hand on the wall; 
'Tis a mighty hand upon the wall; 
'Tis the hand of compensation 
In the hand of organization 
That you see now writing on the wall 



The best friend of the packer 
Is a dirty penny slacker. 
Who for one cent a dozen 
Will keep the lies a-buzzin* 
The produce men are tellinjr 
How they can beat us selling. 

''Rimes" of the Times. 



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No.23. 

AWAY WITH GAMBLING 

(Air, '^ Dixie.") 
By ''Uncle Joe" or Julia F. Blackman. 

1. This beautiful land, God's ovm footstool. 
Shall never submit to the grafter's rule. 

Then away, then away, then away with gambling. 
There's room for all to have a square deal. 
And If you don't get yours stand up and squeal, 
And squeal, and squeal and squeal on the gamblers. 

Chorus : 
There'll be no room for gamblers here, not here, not 

here. 
We hold the farmer's life too dear 
To see it choked out by Gamblers. 
Then away, away, away with profiteering. 
Away, away, away with profiteering. 

2. While our merchants price and sell their wares, 
The farmer '11 do his figgerin' on shares. 

Then away, then away, then away with gambling. 
And here we stand, a strong brotheriiood 
To wipe out gambling on our food. 
Then away, then away, then aAvay with gamblers. 
Chorus : 

3. For our counthy's free with equal right, 
And if you don 't get yours get up and fight. 
And fight, and fight, and fight the gambler. 
We'll feed the world as we've always done, 
And the thief who robs we '11 put on the run. 



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Then away, then away, then away with gambling. 
Chorus: 

4. This robbing each other has got to be stopped, 
Or our great big boat is a-goin to be rocked. 
Be rocked, be rocked, be rocked clean over. 
For the time is a-comin* when the old scrape goat, 
Will jump in the middle and rock the boat, 
Rock the boat, rock the boat, the boat clean over. 
(Chorus) 

No. 24. 

THE PATCH ON THE FARMER'S PANTS 

. (Air, ''The Patch On the Workingman^s Pants. '*) . 
As sung by Fama and Itrice Ellis. 

There's many a patch in this wide world of ours, 

You'll find them where-ever you look,. 
There are patches of onions, potatoes, and beans, 

And everything else that you cook. 
There are cucumber patches, and patches of dirt, 

And many more patches, perchance, 
But the patch that I sing of is a different thing, 

'Tis the patch on the farmer's pants. 

Chorus: 
Oh, the patch on the Farmer's pants, on his pants, 

The patch on the Farmer's pants. 
The dude so derides it the poor fellow hides it, 

The patch on the Farmer's pants. 

2. It begins on the front while he is working each 
day, 



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No.23. 

AWAY WITH GAMBLING 

(Air, -'Dixie.") 
By *' Uncle Joe" or Julia F. Blaekman. 

1. This beautiful land, God's o^vn footstool, 
Shall never submit to the grafter's rule. 

Then away, then away, then away with gambling. 
There's room for all to have a square deal. 
And If you don't get yours stand up and squeal, 
And squeal, and squeal and squeal on the gamblers. 

Chorus : 
There'll be no room for gamblers here, not here, not 

here, 
"We hold the farmer's life too dear 
To see it choked out by Gamblers. 
Then away, away, away with profiteering. 
Away, av/ay, away with profiteering. 

2. While our merchants price and sell their wares, 
The farmer '11 do his figgerin' on shares. 

Then away, then away, then away wdth gambling. 
And here we stand, a strong brotherhood 
To wipe out gambling on our food. 
Then away, then away, then aAvay with gamblers. 
Chorus : 

3. For our counthy's free with equal right. 
And if you don 't get yours get up and fight, 
And fight, and fight, and fight the gambler. 
We'll feed the world as we've always done, 
And the thief who robs we'll put on the run. 



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Then away, then away, then away with gambling. 
Chorus ; 

4. This robbing each other has got to be stopped, 
Or our great big boat is a-goin to be rocked. 
Be rocked, be rocked, be rocked clean over. 
For the time is a-comin* when the old scrape goat, 
Will jump in the middle and rock the boat, 
Rock the boat, rock the boat, the boat clean over. 
(Chorus) 

No. 24. 

THE PATCH ON THE FARMER'S PANTS 

. (Air, *' The Patch On the Workingman's Pants.'*) . 
As sung by Fama and Itrice Ellis. 

There's many a patch in this wide world of ours. 

You'll find them where-ever you look,. 
There are patches of onions, potatoes, and beans, 

And everything else that you cook. 
There are cucumber patches, and patches of dirt. 

And many more patches, perchance. 
But the patch that I sing of is a different thing, 

*Tis the patch on the farmer's pants. 

Chorus: 
Oh, the patch on the Farmer's pants, on his pants, 

The patch on the Farmer's pants. 
The dude so derides it the poor fellow hides it, 

The patch on the Farmer's panls. 

2. It begins on the front while he is working each 
<lay, 



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And the cloth rather threadbare has grown, 
So his wife puts a patch on beneath the worn spot, 

So neatly *twoidd hardly be known, 
But the cloth wears away from the patch day by day, 

And in size there's a steady advance, 
Oh it grows day by day in a sorrowful way, 

Does the patch on the Farmer's pants. 
(Chorus) 

3. But at last the time comes when they cannot be 

fixed, 
And the wife shakes her head in dispair. 
Then bravely goes at it to mend them again, 

There *s no money to get a new pair. 
For the children need clothes and they all must have 
shoes, 
And the interest must be paid in advance. 
So a still larger piece must go in at the knee, 
To the patch on the Farmer's pants. 
(Chorus) 

4. There's a sadder time still when his debts must 

be paid, 
And the profiteer takes all he haa. 
Now the patch is transfered to a different place, 

On the part which his idleness wears. 
And whichever way the poor fellow may turn, 

His trouble is seen at a glance. 
Turn which way he may, then his woe he'll display, 
There's a patch on both sides of his pants. 
Chorus: 

5. There's a good time to come when the farmer 



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whose work, 

Fills the world with its pleasure and pelf, 
ShaU no longer shrink in his patched seedy clothes, 

But shall have what he makes for himself, 
Let us preach the great doctrine of Farmer *s Clubs, 

And demand for each farmer a chance, 
Then their banner unfurled, shall cover the world, 

As the patch on the farmer's pants. 

Chorus: . 
Then there'll be ne'er a patch on the farmer's pants, 

Not patch on the farmer's pants, 
For the dude to deride, and the poor fellow hide, 

No patch on the farmer's pants. 

No. 25. 

WELCOBOi 

(Air, ''Welcome Springtime.") 

Words by Mrs. T. J. Holmes. 

1. Welcome Farm Club members all are welcome here 
And the many Clubs will down the profiteer. 

To all "yellow backs" we'll bid a last adieu 
Welcome loyal members, we will cheer for you. 

Chorus : 
Now a song, a song of welcome, 
We mil sing a joyful lay, 
As a loyal, loyal tribute, 
To our M. F. A. 

2. When the busy farmei^ all get organized, 



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Then the profiteers and gamblers will be quite 

surprised 
For the stalwart farmer fights an honest fight, 
Keep on Farm Club members, you are doing right. 

No. 26. 

FIGHTING FOE A "SQUABS DEAL" 

(Air, ** Marching Through Georgia.'*) 

Words by J. A. Scott. 

1. The farmer is a busy man, his work is never done. 
Although he rises early and he works from sun to sun 
He nevar will be idle as through this life he runs, 
If he is fighting for a '* square deal.'* 

Chorus : 
I'll stick, I'll stick, as one among the few; 
I'll stick, I'll stick, and do what I can do. 
If everyone will help us we will put the whole thing 

through, 
While we are fighting for a ** square deal.** 

2. If only we '11 get organif ed the cause will not be lost 
We can sell things at a profit and get production cost 
We'll scare away the profiteers and the middleman 

exhaust, 
If only we fight for a ''square deaL** 

3. We've always been the ** under dog** its time that 

we were up, 
For we have all the world to feed, no plaee for us 

to stop, 
For all the human race is looking to us for a crop, 
While we are fighting for a ''square deal.** 



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4. "We fanners have been much abused, weVe always 

been the goat, 
The profiteer has bled us till he*s nothing but a bloat. 
The farmer has but little left, an old slouch hat and 

coat. 
It is time he was fighting for a** square deal.*' 
Chorus: 

No. 27. 

THESE ARE THE ONES WE WANT 

(Air, *' Smiles.") 
The»re are boys who take to banking. 
There are boys that like the law, 
There are boys that think the busy doctor 
Is the one whose life has not a flaw. 
There are boys who strive to make big fortunes, 
But for us you need not feel alarm ; 
For the boys that we want in the future 
Are the boys on the good old farm. 

There are girls that think the city 

Is the only place to go. 

There are girls that do not care for cooking, 

Nor have time to knit or sew. 

There are girls who think the joy of living 

Is an auto or a dress so fine ; 

But the girls that we want in the future, 

Are the girls on Jhe good old farm. 

There are clubs for girls in serving, 

There are clubs in canning too ; 

There are clubs that teach us to feed poultry, 

As the best of poultry breeders do ; 

There are clubs for raising corn and taters, 



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Feeding pigs or calves or sheep so fine — 
All these clubs to make us better farmers 
Are the clubs of the 4-H sign. 

There are clubs to spend your money, 

There are clubs to join for fun. 

There are clubs to chase along the cattle, y 

Or with clubs sometimes a game is won. \ 

There are clubs we often swing for dumbells; 

The/re are clubs that father took to me. 

But of all the clubs you ere could mention, 

Is the Missouri Farmers' Club for me, 

No. 28. 

LOYALTY TO THE FARM CLUB 

(Air, *' Loyalty To the Master.") 

Words by Mrs. Hattie Kirchner. 
Loyalty to the Farm Club, loyalty to the Exchange, 
Loyalty now and ever, cherrily let us sing. 
Wholly at its command, let every member be. 
Joyfully serving the Farm Club, serving with loyalty. 

Chorus : 
Loyal members let us joyfully march along, 
Forward, Forward, with a triumphant song, 
Onward, onward, a happy and loyal throng. 
Loyal to our Farm Club and Exchange. 

2. Loyalty to the Farm Club letting it lead the way. 
Glorious is our banner, follow it every day. 

Into the midst of battle, conquering as we go. 
Victory we are promised over the deadly foe. 
Chorus : 

3. Loyalty to the Farm Club, looking to it alone, 



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Turning away from profiteers, farmers must hold 

their own. 
Onward, still onward pressing, seeing the starry prize 
Each one loyal and faithful, boosting it to the skies. 
Chorus: 

2fo. 29. 

WHEN THE WOMEN BEGIN TO VOTE 

As Sung by J. R. Patterson 

1. Things look blue, to tell to you, 
Of that please make a note. 

There'll be a big fuss, and a great big muss, 

When the women begin to vote. 

There'll be women lawyers and women doctoi*s, 

And women policemen too. 

Women Judges and Car Conductors, 

Then what will the poor man do ? 

2. There '1 be policemen grand, you understand. 
Oh, won't that be a sight? 

And all you fellows '11 hug lamp posts, 

And Stay out late at night. 

They'll knock you silly, with a big wooden billy, 

And put you in a terrible stew. 

Give you six months time, and ten dollars fine. 

Then what will the poor man do ? 

3. They'll scratch and fight, with all their might, 
There'll be the Devil to pay. 

Rear and tear and pull your hair. 
At the polls on election day. 



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They'll want to be Mayor, and wear short hair, 
Mind what I say is true. 

If they get a chance, they'll wear the pants, 
Then what will the poor man do ? 

4. The Saloon they'll kill, with a Dynamite pill, 

So the men can't get a drop, 

If they had their way, believe what I say, 

They would all start a milliner shop. 

On the work they'd squeal, they'd never cook a meal, 

Not a button on your shirt would they sew.. 

But a darned sight worse, we 'd have the kids to nurse 

Then what will the poor man do ? 

; : — ^ — : : 

What I call a* 'dub" is a man in our club, 

Who pays his two and a half, 
And the rest of the year helps the profiteer. 

To give our good cause the laugh, 

*' Rimes'' of the Times. 

: :— ^5|l~ : : 

Hey, you Farm Club rooster, 
A question I would ask, 
Are you a Farm Club Booster? 
Willing to do your task ; 
Or, are you simply waiting 
To see what **you fellers do;" 
And harping iong and prating, 
Because things don't suit you? 

•* Rimes" of the Times. 



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INDEX 
No. Title Air. 

23. AAvay With Gambling, Dixie. 

2. Battle Cry of Viet'ry Battle Cry of Freedom. 

8. Dry Your Tears, Convict's Dream 
7.. Farewell, Gamblers, Good Night Ladies. 

5. Farmers, Awake ! Flag of the Free. 

18. Farmers Club, The Send the Light. 

6. Farmers' Wives. My Maryland. 

26. Fighting for a Square Deal, Marching Thru Ga. 

19. Fighting For the Farmers' etc. Tenting Tonight. 
16. Get Away, Profiteei-s. Dixie. 

3. Hail, Ye Farmer's! Hail Colum^bia. 
22. Hand Writing on the Wall, Same. 

20. I'll Stick, Same. 

21. I'll Tell You I'enny Fellows etc. Casey Jones 

13. Just a-Draggin' Along. Same 

11. Let It Alone, Same. 

4. lioyal Farmers, My Maryland. 

28. Loyalty to the Farm Club, Loyalty to the Master. 
17,. On the Farm in Old Missouri. My Old Mo. Home. 

24. Patch on Farmer's Pants. Worldngmans Pants. 

14. Rally to the Farm Club, Rally 'Round the Flag. 

12. That Farm Club Campmeeting, Ga. Campmeeting. 
10. That Penny Grabbing Habit, Working Habit. 

27. These Are the Ones We Want, Smiles. 

15. Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, Same. 

25. Welcome Welcome Springtime. 
1. We'll All Work Together, Marching Thru Ga. 

9. We're Winning, It's Morning. 

29. When the Women Begin to Vote. Same. 



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companion book to ''Farm Club Songs." Price, 
words and music complete, postpaid, 25c. ''Farm 
Club Songs" and "Old Favorite Songs," 65c, the 
two. Sheet music of "I'll Stick " the Missouri Farm 
Club Song, and the two books, 75c. All prices post- 
paid. Address, 

B. H. Patterson, Publisher, Loclcwood, Mo. 



Ready Soon: 

"Rimes" of the Times 
By "Billy Hadda Paine." 

A collection of "Rimes," jingles, and prose 
poems on timely topics of the day, and suitable for 
use in Farm Club programs. It is desired to get 
every worth-while Farm Club poem in this book, 
and poems on all phases of farm life and experience, 
will be included. 

Watch for announcement. 

B. H. Patterson, Publisher, Lockwood, Mo. 



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